As Russia dropped America off at their house, he walks in his house only to be faced by his angry father. Soviet looked pissed. Russia stops in his tracks and stares at him puzzled. Soviets rapid tapping of his foot on the wooden floor is making him anxious for what's about to come.
"What happened to my stuff, son?" Soviet asks Russia angrily.
"I got no clue dad." Russia responds, grasping onto the backpack strap.
Soviet eyes the backpack, and notices what it is. "That's my backpack, Russia. What were you doing with it? You don't happen to have.. explode.. anything.. did you?" Soviet questions.
Russia, with beads of sweat running down his forehead, thinking of an excuse to say. Does his father knows about the bombing of the park? No, he can't know - He couldn't know!
"Well?" Soviet says.
Russia thinks up an excuse to say.
"I... had a.. SLEEPOVER! Yeah!" Russia replies.
"Then.. Why are you back this early?" Soviet questions while turning on the TV.
"I forgot some stuff." Russia replies, rubbing his head with his hand.
"And the stuff was my stuff?" Soviet questions.
....
"No.." Russia replies.
"You say something..?"
"No." Russia replies.
Soviet changes the channel to the news channel and it broadcasts the amusement park which is now melted, eroded away in the past by fire. Soviet turns to Russia silently, judging him. "Are you sure this wasn't you? I mean.. It has my stuff written all over it. Only I possess something that's so strong." Soviet exclaims.
Russia is pondering if he should tell him the truth, or continue on with the lies. ... Of course, he chooses the second option, and continues on with the lies.
"I think it was a wildfire." Russia says.
Soviet interrupts. "What?!"
Soviet storms over to Russia. "I know a lie when I see one, and hear one. YOU did this." Soviet shouts while shoving his finger into Russias chest.
Russia's anger grows inside of him, and he becomes defensive. He can't believe his father knows this much.
"No.. No.. I didn't do this!" He yells.
"Are you sure? Maybe I'm wrong." Soviet questions again.
"... No.."
"...WHAT??!!"
"...No.. I swear it wasn't me!" He says with fear and guilt.
"Then what is it? Is it something I do to you all the time..?"
"...No.. it's not."
"You're lying to me. I NEVER raise a son that lies. I thought I raised you right." Soviet says through his teeth.
Russia punches his fathers mouth, then opens up the backpack and takes out a machete.
"Son. Snap out of it. You've gone mad." Soviet says.
....
"What?! What did you say!?"
"Don't question me. I'm your father. I'm your authority figure, and now I have a son who thinks he's a cannibal." Soviet says.
"I'm not a cannibal." Russia retorts.
"Of course not. You're my son. Lying's not something I like to see, in fact, I consider it a sign of weakness."
"SHUT UP." Russia says while he shoves the machete into Soviets stomach. "You.. know too much."
"Yes I did the explosion. For someone special." Russia exclaims.
Soviet coughs up blood, then looks at his son. "I didn't raise you this way, I thought I raised you better than this."
Russia opens his eyes, then realizes what he's done. "No.. NO!"
Russia hugs his father while he collapses onto the ground, nearing to death.
"I'm sorry father, I didn't want to hurt my own family." Russia says shakily.
Russia succumbs to darkness. and lets go of soviet. "You just knew too much, that's all."
He grabs a gun out of the backpack, and then shoots Soviet until he's dead.
He notices slight creaking, movement of the old wooden stairs. He nears slowly to it, and looks up, greeted by Belarus. Belarus looked scared, covering her ears. "Russia? What was that?"
Russia stares at Belarus, admires the gun in his hand. Then aims it at Belarus. "Death."
He shoots belarus's forehead, and it goes through the back of her head smoothly. Belarus's body falls down the stairs, ragdoll like. He avoids the body and walks upstairs, into Ukraine's room.
Ukraine was gone, possibly out with their friends. Russia chooses to spare them. Not wanting to walk through 3 neighborhoods.
He hears a scream downstairs, then he rushes downstairs and he spots Kazakhstan. Then Kazakhstan spots him. Kazakhstan looks at the gun, and takes off screaming. Russia then chases Kazakhstan, trying to get a good aim on him. Kazakhstan knocks down every object he comes across on. But only one object trips Russia, while Russia is falling, he shoots Kazakhstan in the foot. Kazakhstan falls, then tumbles down the basement stairs. His phone slides out and he tries to crawl to get it. But he hears the heavy footsteps of Russia. He rolls to the water heater, then hides in a dark corner beside the water heater. Then watches the entrance of the basement, with Russia's shadow coming nearer and nearer to the basement. He scoots as close as he can to the back of the dark corner.
Russia begins flipping over tables in the basement, destroying the basement looking for Kazakhstan. He hears a clang. And he violently turns his head to the water heater, then he slowly starts walking towards it. Kazakhstan, holding in his breaths, stays silent.
"Can't get close to me?" Russia asks. "Oh, don't worry I've got you." Russia says as he approaches the water heater.
Kazakhstan can't help but move. He doesn't want to die at the hands of Russia.
Russia smirks then punches the water heater open with all of his might, and strength, then the scalding hot water burns Kazakhstan to a crisp.
Russia lets out a loud laugh while listening to Kazakhstan's bloodcurdling screams. He then leaves Kazakhstan in the basement to die. He then cleans up the bodies of Belarus, and Soviet, then throws the bodies down the basement with Kazakhstan, and locks it. He then continues to clean up the blood, bullets, and fills in the bullet holes in the walls, floors, anything.
He sprays air freshener spray to make the house smell better, to cover up the pungent smell of blood. It smelled horrible, like rotten eggs. Russia goes up to his room, to award himself with a nap, knowing he's got school tomorrow. His heart flutters, can't wait to see America again. He enters his room, changes into his pajama set, and flops onto his bed. Then slowly drifts off into a deep sleep.
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THANKS FOR READING! I can't believe I did Chapter 9 LOL.
Anywayysss cya in the next one :DD
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(Rusame AU) Only you.
Historia CortaThis is just a regular yandere Rusame AU, this story is inspired by Markai Cat's:Not Close Enough story. (You can't read it because he took his book down.) COVER IS MADE BY ME.
